Holidays make us slightly nostalgic, do they not? It's when craftsman houses and old-timey kitchens look particularly appealing, even if they hearken back to a time we've never actually known.
Why do we think people were so much happier, safer, and saner back then? Was it the simplicity of daily life? The well-established familial roles? The lack of gadgetry and gimmickry? Was it the belief in and availability of good government, good neighbors, and ...
The innocence of childhood
I leave these questions to greater minds than mine. As some old guy with a beard once wrote:
"My childhood home I see again, And gladden with the view; And still, as memories crowd my brain, There's sadness in it, too/O Memory! thou midway world/Twixt earth and paradise/ Where things decayed and loved ones lost In dreamy shadows rise/ And freed from all/ That's gross or vile/ Seem hallowed, pure, and bright /Like scenes in some enchanted isle /All bathed in liquid light."
(You know those pictures of your great grandma and grandpa, where they look all stern and depressed? It's because they didn't have a toothache.)